a reply to: Krypto1
About four years ago the company I was working for was starting to slow down. Although it was unlikely I was going to be let go in the immediate
future, I sent out resumes and went on some interviews.
I was hired by a very legitimate company that offered a nice salary/benefit package and I took the job.
Unfortunately, once I started I realized there were two MAJOR issues:
1) The type of work they wanted me to perform was NOTHING like what we discussed.
2) It was in a HORRIBLE geographic location. By the nature and definition of the project, it was NOWHERE NEAR public transportation and the car
commute was horrific as well (but slightly better so I drove). I had to leave my house by 4:30AM each day and didn't make it back home until 7:30PM
I quickly realized I had made a HORRIBLE decision and since it was a mult-year project, there was no end in sight. I really didn't know what to do.
I don't recall a time in my life when I ever felt as desperate as I did during those first two weeks. I can only describe it as having a
To make things more difficult, our son was about five months old so I couldn't just quit. At the same time, the prospect of having to live that life
for years was WAY beyond what I could handle.
Enter the synchronicity...
One day I was feeling even worse than usual and took a walk during my lunch break. I happened upon St. Elizabeth's Church. I entered and I
I wish I could tell you guys/gals that I prayed for the strength to persevere
or that I prayed for guidance to help me navigate these
But I didn't. I prayed so incredibly hard and BEGGED Him.... "Dear God... PLEASE JUST GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!! PLEASE!!!!"
As I left the church, just as I was leaving the doors, my cell phone rang and one of the jobs that I had previously interviewed for was calling me,
asking me when I was available to fill out the paperwork for new hires.
Four years later and I'm still working for them.... and it's been the best job I've ever had.
Side Note: To this day, when I'm having a very rough day at work (and those are not scarce), I think about that brief time at the worst job I've ever
had and I remind myself how fortunate I am.
Side Note 2: I'm not trying to spread gospel or anything. I'm just describing something that happened to me that, for the most part, I realize is
just coincidence.... but it still makes me wonder to this day.